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Candles!

Before the words were lost ( Read more... )

on getting over it ( Read more... )

Boozy bear plunders campers' beer:


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Haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh.

found this in my inbox ( Read more... )

(these lines you balance on are growing heavy
with empty threats, tired promises and hot air)

I'll be back when I have something to say.

"For I became a we and this imaginary we became a kind company
when the big balloons did not bend over us.

For I could not read or speak and on the long nights I could
not turn the moon off or count the lights of cars across the
ceiling.

For I lay as pale as flour and drank moon juice from a rubber
tip."

p. 402, fourth psalm

new year

What these things would do with electrical powers, the world can only hope to imagine.

in baton rouge;
lying in my own bed
your letters between
charcoal stained fingers
wondering
how a perfume coud last so long.

happy thanksgiving.